Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away.
Angel is amazed when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. Gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.
Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
A delicious, erotic, gay love story with HEA
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Angel took Matt through the side entrance to the grounds, avoiding the flower-laden front gate. He cast a half-smile at the man beside him. “I don’t want to wreck any bouquets and wreaths clambering over them.” The feeling that he’d not shown enough grief rose in him. He tried to shake it off.
Matt’s gentle smile soothed him a little.
He unlocked the door and threw it open. “Come on in, Matt. We’ll make some coffee and rifle through Rory’s study.”
Matt followed him into the house.
Angel led the way to the big family kitchen. The mug and jar of instant coffee stood on the counter where he’d left them the day before. He added more water to the electric kettle and set it to boil. As he brought another mug from the wall cupboard where Rory kept the crockery, a wave of gratitude made him smile. It’s great to have Matt with me.
Matt wandered to the small corridor that led to the back door and then came to stand close. He exuded calm.
Angel turned to him. “Thank you for being here. Can I hug you?”
Matt broke into a huge smile. “Can you? Hell, I’m desperate to feel you in my arms. Come here.” He held out his arms.
Angel went into his embrace. He pushed close to Matt with a sigh of pleasure. He pressed his face against Matt’s. The shade of stubble on Matt’s jaw rasping on his skin, and the feel of Matt’s hard muscled chest he molded to combined to send streaks of pleasure tripping all the way through his body. Angel breathed in the masculine energy that bathed Matt. He turned his face and kissed near the side of Matt’s mouth.
Matt lifted a hand and slid it along Angel’s face. He grazed his lips against Angel’s in a soft brush as he whispered. “You feel good.” He kissed Angel, his mouth a soft merging of sensation that hardened Angel’s cock.
Angel closed his eyes and returned the kiss, taking another until they both broke away to breathe. “So do you—feel good.” He opened his eyes. “Bet the water’s boiled.” He wanted Matt, but the prickle of guilt about being happy when he was there for such a somber occasion forced him to push away.
Matt loosened his hold. His eyes held desire and his erection bulged in his black jeans.
Angel tore his gaze from the enticing sight. “I’ll switch the central heating on. I reckon there’ll be food in the fridge. We never had breakfast. Are you hungry?”
Matt laughed. “Sure, maybe not for food…”
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing
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